Alright, well this is A+ Now you should get his autograph sweetheart cuz hes about to blow upHit em with some flavors, let em know what you about

[A+]Yes yes, check it outKnow what Im sayin? A+

Ima show you how the east coast rockA+, no doubt hell turn the party out (4X)

ConfessionWe keep it representin our sectionSo guys hit the shorty for the east coast resurrectionYEAH, destruction of the wack MC We gone get back on that tip like it used to beNow who remember when MCs couldnt touch the micIf they skills wasnt tight then they best took flightPrepare for combat, wield the contract, let the labels frontI be like Wu-Tang and put the joint from out the trunkMy situation is mad tightSo corny MCs take a hikeBefore I ignite wit the dynamiteAnd blow your crew away just like McVeyI get you, and hit you wit the Parkside militiaI gets iller, than any disease thats known to manDestroy the race of rappers like a Nazi planDamn, so A&R stop teasinBefore we flip the script like a female pit when its matin season

Ima show you how the east coast rock (2X)

OK now peep the situationMy manifestation is to rock the whole creationDespite all the negativity, the publicityIt really aint that hard god its simplicitySo Ima maintain and let it rain let it rainAnd just like the MethTical I can bring the painI had somethin to say so high class pulls the track outIm out to blow the spot like the seventy-seven blackoutSeen rappers come and go cuz they had no flowAnd if you ask em who was who or her I bet you they dont even know Now whos that wack MC wit all that mouthIll rip him in New York and work my way down southI be the true I live it, non-fiction never slippin MCs they gone learn if it take a verbal ass-whippinMy tolerance is gettin shortSo rappers that cant walk the walk grab your tape and escape from New York

(A typical night on the streets of HempsteadDrinking, drugs, gambling, just hanging outNot the place for kids, but this is where the kids are into the early morninghoursThe idea of having a curfew in Hempstead is just that at this time An idea, but the people here on Terrance Avenue say if enactedIt wont work, and they say for the police, it will be a nightmare)

[A+]Here comes the juvenile child wit the Luger styleLyrically cock back and load BEAKOWMad but cats are jumpin, I try to stay humble The snakes body gates of Hell want me to fumbleI use my third eye G to see the unseenCuz real little brothers like us come clean The streets envy, yeah he was frontin like you wanted somethin But through his shirt my third eye saw his heart pumpinWe be the realness for those that cant feel thisYour joint is weak, so take a seat while shorty speaksI gets deep, speak to the streetsBig up to all my peeps in the back seat of badgesPeace to the hardcore juvenile crewAlways schemin on the blunts and brewTry to maintain hold your troop till we get the lootAnd next time think about your life before you (Gunshot)